Red Light
Andrew Cutter

O red light, from whence do you come?
A far flung flare? So distant a sun?
The focal point of this pink sky
Blurred by, haunted by, Warmed by
The snow falling cloudily by

Red light, red light, I’ve seen you before
Surely ‘twas off some golden shore
A ship, I decided it to be
Now a question begged by what I see
“Were you so typical a ship at sea?”

Red, red light, I swear I see you move
A flared tail is offering to prove
But soon it’s seen soon it’s gone
And presently you live on
Where I first saw you once upon

Red light, you are by nature framed
Dark trees. by dark night so named
Send their sickly branches to wrap you
To strangle, to kill, to build some new
Serenity to your soft red hue

Fair red light, you’re the fault of a child
Beaten by brothers formerly mild
Now incensed, mercy, and ripped, tangled
Their perceptions are madly dangled
And in all senses of the word mangled

I can make no sense of you, red light
Except, simply, that you shine quite bright
A warm glow for a cold winter night
A little sign to make the soul light
You’re a blessing to my inward sight
My perfectly little red light